Jan 29, 2007
Jun 02, 2007
. You get what you pay for, I suppose. This place is lively and everyone seems to be out, but i guess that makes sense because im sure the nights are much more comfortable than the days. So, tomorrow we are leaving early early for a trip to a lodge in the jungle, and withluckwe will see some caiman, dolphins, sloths or any number of oversized creepy-crawlies. By the way, the literal translation of sloth in Spanish is lazy bear. Just so you know.
Hopefully we´ll get some pictures up in a bit. I´m still working on navigating these keyboards, nevermind USBs and whatnot. Lots of love.
What I´m listening to right now: Backstreet Boys, with background of motos and honks
Mood: tired/sweaty/excited/full of criolle food
P.S. Sandro: drunk sailor. Sam: where for art thou?
Well, if we had any feeling that Peru felt sort of familiar, I´d say those are gone. We arrived in Iquitos today- a pretty amazing descent into the jungle- to be greeted by throngs of taxi and moto drivers rushing us like kids to an ice cream truck. We finally got into a moto (basically a gasoline-powered rickshaw) driven by a jolly guy named Richard. To make a long story short, by the time we made it to the hotel, we had shared an aperitif and saltine snack with a local guide, secured a jungle expedition for the next day, discovered that the town was fresh out of soles (it being the end of the month), and booked our passage to Tabatinga. We are staying very near the Plaza de Armas, marked by a large chapel illuminated in purple and blue flourescent lights, a completely iron building built by Eiffel, and the cacophony of motos zooming around the square. It is extremely hot and humid and indeed, enitrely unfamiliar. At least we have a functioning fan in our room, and our bathroom smells only slightly like feces